Author's Note: Inu-Sama's a daddy! You go, Inu-Yasha! Um, by the way,
you've all figured what Inu-Yasha did to Kagome at the beginning of the
story, ne? It seemed like some reviewers were confused. -_-'
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
"After all, a boy has every right in the world to be with his father."
:: Father…::
"K-Kagome! You're not serious! This boy! He can't be my son! It's impossible! I never even…. No! But… five years ago… me…and you…. NOW HIM?!" hollered the frantic Hayou, covering his ears to muffle his own screaming.
"Deny it if you must, Inu-Yasha, but Aisoku is your son… our son. Just look at him," Kagome's voice answered quietly. "Inu-Yasha, look at your son, and just try to tell me that your blood is not flowing through his veins."
Inu-Yasha quickly turned to face the small child standing in front of him. All he could see were two amber eyes embedded in a pale face.
:: My eyes… the child surely has my eyes.::
"Aisoku, my beloved son," said Kagome in a very motherly tone, "take your blanket off of your head so that your father will recognize you as his own."
"Yes, Mommy," the little boy answered sweetly, letting his tattered blanket fall to his ankles.
:: So it's really true… this boy must be my son.::
It was plain to see that Aisoku was the son of Inu-Yasha and Kagome. His jet-black hair came to his shoulders, with bangs that hung just above his amber eyes. Two white ears that rested on the child's head twitched every now and then. Claw-like nails tipped the boy's small fingers, and when he smiled, two gleaming white fangs came into view.
"Well, Inu-Yasha, do you deny your own son, or are you finished being blind?" Kagome asked, a hint of anger present in her voice.
"He's mine, Kagome. This boy, Aisoku is surely my son.," Inu-Yasha said softly, hurt and confusion manifesting his voice. But, Kagome, what am I to do with him? I still have to find the shards of the Shikon no Tama. I can't bring a toddler along. He'd get killed!"
"Inu-Yasha, I've told you. This boy is special. Remember, he is your son, after all; a half demon. He is essentially you, just smaller and less experienced. Your son could turn out to be your greatest asset in the end."
"Kagome, I'll trust your judgment this time. Our son and I will collect the shards, and we will bring you back to life using the power of the jewel."
"Thank you, Inu-Yasha. Aisoku, watch over your father. Goodbye, Inu- Yasha. Goodbye, my son. I hope to meet up with you again."
"Bye-bye Mommy!" Aisoku screeched, waving goodbye to the air.
"Farewell, Kagome. I-I'm sorry," said Inu-Yasha mournfully, uttering the words that hardy ever graced his lips.
After a moment of silence, young Aisoku tugged on his father's shirt, a very important question in mind.
"Daddy, what'd you do when you were stuck on that tree for a long long time?"
Inu-Yasha thought for a moment, trying to recall what he had done for five long, painful years.
"Well, Boy," started the older Hanyou, trying to mask his compassion towards his son, "I did absolutely nothing for five years."
This, however, wasn't entirely true. Although Inu-Yasha had done nothing physical while pinned to the giant tree, his mind had been reeling ever since Kagome disappeared to her own time. A reoccurring nightmare haunted Inu-Yasha's slumber. The Hanyou would wake, drenched in a cold sweat, a fire ripping through his body and soul. The sheer memory of the young woman had reduced the once mighty Inu-Yasha to a sorry heap of pitiful emotion. To further complicate matters, just as he was recovering from his loss, a toddler showed up, but not just any random child. His son, the son of Kagome, was now resting under his broken wing.
The young Aisoku stared at his father, wondering what had happened to change his mood.
:: Mommy always said that my daddy was big and strong, but that he doesn't trust people. W-what if he doesn't trust me? N-no! M-mommy said that D-daddy'll love me, b-but he won't tell me. ::
The young boy contemplated his thoughts, all the while sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes on his wrist. With one great sniff, Aisoku let out a wail of terror.
"Daddy!" he sobbed, charging at his father and clinging to his red pants.
The sudden outburst startled the older Hanyou, who had been immersed in his own thoughts of Kagome and their son. He jumped slightly, and looked down at the boy, his son, who was wringing his hands in his baggy pants. Inu-Yasha couldn't help but feel pity for the boy, who was crying out of confusion and uncertainty. He had never seen his mother, and he, his father, probably wasn't what the boy had made him out to be.
:: What am I thinking? Pity is for the weak, and this boy will not be raised a weak human. He needs to be taught the hard way.::
With one swift gesture, Inu-Yasha pried the boy's fingers out of his clothing, pushing them to his sides. He picked his son up, not too gently, by the back of his neck, holding him on eye-level. Aisoku knew that his father was annoyed with him, and that he was supposed to be strong. He stopped bawling and started wriggling and squirming, trying to free himself from his father's grip.
This action just caused Inu-Yasha to tighten his grip slightly. Aisoku continued to thrash about, waving his clawed hands wildly in the air. He tried miserably to attack his father, but his tiny arms fell just short of Inu-Yasha's face. Inu-Yasha laughed at his son's naivety, wondering if he was that pathetic at age four. He smirked, closing his eyes and laughing out loud. The laughter fell silent, however, when the hanyou felt a foot connect with his groin. He yelped, relinquishing his hold on his son, and hopping around wildly.
Aisoku, pleased to be free, ran back a few steps and dropped into a fighting stance. He mimicked the smirk his father had worn before he had been kicked. Inu-Yasha, seeing this, tried to ignore the pain in his lower regions, and he too dropped into a stance.
"Boy," he growled, "you're fast, but you have much to learn. Like, for instance, taking advantage of your opponent's disadvantage."
With that, Inu-Yasha jumped behind his startled son and chopped him swiftly in the back of the neck. Aisoku swerved, red light clouding his vision, and fell to the ground, out cold.
Inu-Yasha sighed and hoisted the small body over his shoulder.
"You have a long way to go, my son."
Author's Note: Well? Yeah, fluffy, I know. Little kids are like that. The next chapter or two will be kind of humorous, but it will get angsty again after that. Please review.
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If you like angst, mixed with a little bit of humor, along with a certain little kid from Drgonball Z, please check out my other story, "Through a Child's Eyes: The Life of Son Gohan". If you like fantasy mixed with angst, I'd be grateful if you tried "Ainoko Densetsu". I wouldn't mind if you reviewed them either!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
"After all, a boy has every right in the world to be with his father."
:: Father…::
"K-Kagome! You're not serious! This boy! He can't be my son! It's impossible! I never even…. No! But… five years ago… me…and you…. NOW HIM?!" hollered the frantic Hayou, covering his ears to muffle his own screaming.
"Deny it if you must, Inu-Yasha, but Aisoku is your son… our son. Just look at him," Kagome's voice answered quietly. "Inu-Yasha, look at your son, and just try to tell me that your blood is not flowing through his veins."
Inu-Yasha quickly turned to face the small child standing in front of him. All he could see were two amber eyes embedded in a pale face.
:: My eyes… the child surely has my eyes.::
"Aisoku, my beloved son," said Kagome in a very motherly tone, "take your blanket off of your head so that your father will recognize you as his own."
"Yes, Mommy," the little boy answered sweetly, letting his tattered blanket fall to his ankles.
:: So it's really true… this boy must be my son.::
It was plain to see that Aisoku was the son of Inu-Yasha and Kagome. His jet-black hair came to his shoulders, with bangs that hung just above his amber eyes. Two white ears that rested on the child's head twitched every now and then. Claw-like nails tipped the boy's small fingers, and when he smiled, two gleaming white fangs came into view.
"Well, Inu-Yasha, do you deny your own son, or are you finished being blind?" Kagome asked, a hint of anger present in her voice.
"He's mine, Kagome. This boy, Aisoku is surely my son.," Inu-Yasha said softly, hurt and confusion manifesting his voice. But, Kagome, what am I to do with him? I still have to find the shards of the Shikon no Tama. I can't bring a toddler along. He'd get killed!"
"Inu-Yasha, I've told you. This boy is special. Remember, he is your son, after all; a half demon. He is essentially you, just smaller and less experienced. Your son could turn out to be your greatest asset in the end."
"Kagome, I'll trust your judgment this time. Our son and I will collect the shards, and we will bring you back to life using the power of the jewel."
"Thank you, Inu-Yasha. Aisoku, watch over your father. Goodbye, Inu- Yasha. Goodbye, my son. I hope to meet up with you again."
"Bye-bye Mommy!" Aisoku screeched, waving goodbye to the air.
"Farewell, Kagome. I-I'm sorry," said Inu-Yasha mournfully, uttering the words that hardy ever graced his lips.
After a moment of silence, young Aisoku tugged on his father's shirt, a very important question in mind.
"Daddy, what'd you do when you were stuck on that tree for a long long time?"
Inu-Yasha thought for a moment, trying to recall what he had done for five long, painful years.
"Well, Boy," started the older Hanyou, trying to mask his compassion towards his son, "I did absolutely nothing for five years."
This, however, wasn't entirely true. Although Inu-Yasha had done nothing physical while pinned to the giant tree, his mind had been reeling ever since Kagome disappeared to her own time. A reoccurring nightmare haunted Inu-Yasha's slumber. The Hanyou would wake, drenched in a cold sweat, a fire ripping through his body and soul. The sheer memory of the young woman had reduced the once mighty Inu-Yasha to a sorry heap of pitiful emotion. To further complicate matters, just as he was recovering from his loss, a toddler showed up, but not just any random child. His son, the son of Kagome, was now resting under his broken wing.
The young Aisoku stared at his father, wondering what had happened to change his mood.
:: Mommy always said that my daddy was big and strong, but that he doesn't trust people. W-what if he doesn't trust me? N-no! M-mommy said that D-daddy'll love me, b-but he won't tell me. ::
The young boy contemplated his thoughts, all the while sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes on his wrist. With one great sniff, Aisoku let out a wail of terror.
"Daddy!" he sobbed, charging at his father and clinging to his red pants.
The sudden outburst startled the older Hanyou, who had been immersed in his own thoughts of Kagome and their son. He jumped slightly, and looked down at the boy, his son, who was wringing his hands in his baggy pants. Inu-Yasha couldn't help but feel pity for the boy, who was crying out of confusion and uncertainty. He had never seen his mother, and he, his father, probably wasn't what the boy had made him out to be.
:: What am I thinking? Pity is for the weak, and this boy will not be raised a weak human. He needs to be taught the hard way.::
With one swift gesture, Inu-Yasha pried the boy's fingers out of his clothing, pushing them to his sides. He picked his son up, not too gently, by the back of his neck, holding him on eye-level. Aisoku knew that his father was annoyed with him, and that he was supposed to be strong. He stopped bawling and started wriggling and squirming, trying to free himself from his father's grip.
This action just caused Inu-Yasha to tighten his grip slightly. Aisoku continued to thrash about, waving his clawed hands wildly in the air. He tried miserably to attack his father, but his tiny arms fell just short of Inu-Yasha's face. Inu-Yasha laughed at his son's naivety, wondering if he was that pathetic at age four. He smirked, closing his eyes and laughing out loud. The laughter fell silent, however, when the hanyou felt a foot connect with his groin. He yelped, relinquishing his hold on his son, and hopping around wildly.
Aisoku, pleased to be free, ran back a few steps and dropped into a fighting stance. He mimicked the smirk his father had worn before he had been kicked. Inu-Yasha, seeing this, tried to ignore the pain in his lower regions, and he too dropped into a stance.
"Boy," he growled, "you're fast, but you have much to learn. Like, for instance, taking advantage of your opponent's disadvantage."
With that, Inu-Yasha jumped behind his startled son and chopped him swiftly in the back of the neck. Aisoku swerved, red light clouding his vision, and fell to the ground, out cold.
Inu-Yasha sighed and hoisted the small body over his shoulder.
"You have a long way to go, my son."
Author's Note: Well? Yeah, fluffy, I know. Little kids are like that. The next chapter or two will be kind of humorous, but it will get angsty again after that. Please review.
Commercial:
If you like angst, mixed with a little bit of humor, along with a certain little kid from Drgonball Z, please check out my other story, "Through a Child's Eyes: The Life of Son Gohan". If you like fantasy mixed with angst, I'd be grateful if you tried "Ainoko Densetsu". I wouldn't mind if you reviewed them either!